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Stop.The room quaked in the word’s aftermath. Scary. But bottle that voice and you’d have orgasm in a jar.I stopped. Couldn't help it. My feet disobeyed me. Not again! I pushed against this immobility the same way I’d pushed against Lavina’s spell. Nothing.Crouched on the floor, Lavina obviously couldn't move either.Good thing!Her silvered eyes seemed to plead with me.In no shape to help, even if I’d wanted to earn my vampire merit badge, I waited for a chance to run.“Your tricks aren’t meant for this one, Lavina. Human or not, she’s too powerful to be scared blind.”

Sunday morning,, September 18, 1983Anne watched the steady rise and fall of her husband’s chest beneath the thin sheet. With pursed lips and a light puff, she blew one of her long blonde hairs from his face. He stirred and kicked his legs, contributing to the night-long movement of the blanket off the bed. She laid her head on his shoulder and began to consider a replay of last night’s bedtime exercises. When she kissed his chest, he snored and rolled away, taking most of the sheet with him.Guess I’ll get my run in after all. That should burn off this excess energy .She swung out of bed, grabbed her shoes, a shirt, and shorts and headed for the bathroom.

A sudden thud, as if someone had met an untimely death, shattered the awkward silence brought about after a night of too much drinking and waking in another man's spaceship. The ship began to shudder and shake like an old clothes dryer.Collin's eyes widened, his free hand gripping the arm of the couch while he held his half-empty glass of orange-juice tight to his chest with the other. "What was that?"Siff shrugged, "Something must've gone wrong."Collin smacked his thinning head of hair, "Wrong? Something's gone wrong? You took me into outer space in a heap of junk, now I'm going to die!""Hey," Siff said in defense, "it's just been a while since I was allowed to leave that cesspool of a planet. We just need to make an emergency stop."

I had called upon my friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, one day in the autumn of last year and found him in deep conversation with a very stout, florid-faced, elderly gentleman with fiery red hair. With an apology for my intrusion, I was about to withdraw when Holmes pulled me abruptly into the room and closed the door behind me.“You could not possibly have come at a better time, my dear Watson,” he said cordially.“I was afraid that you were engaged.”“So I am. Very much so.”“Then I can wait in the next room.”

A GuestI am now going to tell you something so strange that it will require all your faith in my veracity to believe my story. It is not only true, nevertheless, but truth of which I have been an eyewitness.It was a sweet summer evening, and my father asked me, as he sometimes did, to take a little ramble with him along that beautiful forest vista which I have mentioned as lying in front of the schloss."General Spielsdorf cannot come to us so soon as I had hoped," said my father, as we pursued our walk.He was to have paid us a visit of some weeks, and we had expected his arrival next day.

IT was not very long after this that there occurred the first of the mysterious events that rid us at last of the captain, though not, as you will see, of his affairs. It was a bitter cold winter, with long, hard frosts and heavy gales; and it was plain from the first that my poor father was little likely to see the spring. He sank daily, and my mother and I had all the inn upon our hands, and were kept busy enough without paying much regard to our unpleasant guest.